RyuunaApr 27, 2014Apr 27, 2014 at 01:10 AM
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((I want to preface this by saying that I am not a very good story teller and am relatively new to RP. If there is any feedback I would appreciate it.))
The steady thud of my armor on the ground rang dully in my ears as the days wore on; to be honest that sound had become a comfort. From the moment that I chose the solitary life and left without my clans blessing, my only allies have been my sword and my armor.
My trail has been long and bloody; the bodies left in my wake mangled and numerous. Just visit the inns I spent my nights. Many of those nights were cut short when someone would comment on my tusks, or take me for some wide-eyed milk drinker! Don't let the heavy armor fool you, I've smithed and worn it all of my life and it's designed for coverage and movement. It's only moments after I've drawn my blade that my enemies are strewn about; some decapitated and others hewn completely in half.
"The Metal Woman" a name I picked up in no small part due to the stories of onlookers who have witnessed such combat. And yet, even with that earned renown every town is still the same. Some idiot makes me crimson my blade on their corpse.
Just as I had settled into this traveling routine, rumors of the worm cult had made their way to my ears. A battle was being waged for the soul of Nirn and I was determined to have my sword carve my name in this glorious chapter of history!
But Coldharbour was like no place I had ever traversed, and everything was escalating so quickly. Battle soon turned to all out war and my unwillingness to accept help was nagging at me as two Daedra took the place of every one I cut down. Then I was faced by a Daedroth, its flesh as black and twisted as my Cheiftan's sins. Malakath take him!
The Daedroth were steps ahead of the scamps, clannfear and occasional Dremora Kyn's I had been faced with so far, but I knew that my death would be a valorous one. I gritted my teeth and prepared to take as many of them with me as I could.
It was then that a Bosmer woman jumped on its back and drove daggers into its shoulders. She stood behind it, she was doing something that I could not make out, but it was keeping the Daedroth immobilized. I seized the opportunity and leapt as high into the air as I could, bringing my sword down into the creature from just above the chest-plate, and I drove it down to the hilt. I backed up as the great beast fell forward onto its face and looked up at the Bosmer. I would thank her for her help but chide her for attacking from behind. Tales were told of the lack of courage of the sneaky tree dwelling knife eared archers. But this Bosmer wiped her hair from her face to reveal blood soaked lips and glowing red eyes.
I gritted my teeth around the word Vampire as I pulled my sword from the Daedroth to mask my fear.
The rest of this story is not mine to tell...
The steady thud of my armor on the ground rang dully in my ears as the days wore on; to be honest that sound had become a comfort. From the moment that I chose the solitary life and left without my clans blessing, my only allies have been my sword and my armor.
My trail has been long and bloody; the bodies left in my wake mangled and numerous. Just visit the inns I spent my nights. Many of those nights were cut short when someone would comment on my tusks, or take me for some wide-eyed milk drinker! Don't let the heavy armor fool you, I've smithed and worn it all of my life and it's designed for coverage and movement. It's only moments after I've drawn my blade that my enemies are strewn about; some decapitated and others hewn completely in half.
"The Metal Woman" a name I picked up in no small part due to the stories of onlookers who have witnessed such combat. And yet, even with that earned renown every town is still the same. Some idiot makes me crimson my blade on their corpse.
Just as I had settled into this traveling routine, rumors of the worm cult had made their way to my ears. A battle was being waged for the soul of Nirn and I was determined to have my sword carve my name in this glorious chapter of history!
But Coldharbour was like no place I had ever traversed, and everything was escalating so quickly. Battle soon turned to all out war and my unwillingness to accept help was nagging at me as two Daedra took the place of every one I cut down. Then I was faced by a Daedroth, its flesh as black and twisted as my Cheiftan's sins. Malakath take him!
The Daedroth were steps ahead of the scamps, clannfear and occasional Dremora Kyn's I had been faced with so far, but I knew that my death would be a valorous one. I gritted my teeth and prepared to take as many of them with me as I could.
It was then that a Bosmer woman jumped on its back and drove daggers into its shoulders. She stood behind it, she was doing something that I could not make out, but it was keeping the Daedroth immobilized. I seized the opportunity and leapt as high into the air as I could, bringing my sword down into the creature from just above the chest-plate, and I drove it down to the hilt. I backed up as the great beast fell forward onto its face and looked up at the Bosmer. I would thank her for her help but chide her for attacking from behind. Tales were told of the lack of courage of the sneaky tree dwelling knife eared archers. But this Bosmer wiped her hair from her face to reveal blood soaked lips and glowing red eyes.
I gritted my teeth around the word Vampire as I pulled my sword from the Daedroth to mask my fear.
The rest of this story is not mine to tell...